Vibrations in Air

	作曲 : Pyke
	Thinking 'bout the times I know I should have taken photographs
	Something to rely on, sharper than a memory.
	'Cause chemistry dictates them, they're not coloured by emotion,
	They're coloured by the shades of how things used to be.
	And nothing breaks the heart much more than looking at old photographs
	When you can taste the moment, and worse still, if it's passed
	They're gone now to the future, but you still can't deny them,
	like a song that's sung.
	Regret, is like a filter,
	that colours all your endeavours
	And once put on becomes a feature of your current works
	What i fear,
	is that all of these things I hold dear,
	never become more than vibrations in air.
	Vibrations in Air.
	Voices in the air, they echo in my head like radios,
	scratchy frequencies and static in between words
	They're all on the wind now, but I bet I never told you,
	I missed you when you were gone.
	Regret, is like a filter,
	that colours all of your endeavours,
	and once put on becomes a feature of your current works
	You gotta change your focus, turn your eye to something else
	'Cause once put on becomes a feature of your current works
	What i fear
	is that all of these things I hold dear
	never become more than vibrations in air.

	zuò qǔ : Pyke
	Thinking ' bout the times I know I should have taken photographs
	Something to rely on, sharper than a memory.
	' Cause chemistry dictates them, they' re not coloured by emotion,
	They' re coloured by the shades of how things used to be.
	And nothing breaks the heart much more than looking at old photographs
	When you can taste the moment, and worse still, if it' s passed
	They' re gone now to the future, but you still can' t deny them,
	like a song that' s sung.
	Regret, is like a filter,
	that colours all your endeavours
	And once put on becomes a feature of your current works
	What i fear,
	is that all of these things I hold dear,
	never become more than vibrations in air.
	Vibrations in Air.
	Voices in the air, they echo in my head like radios,
	scratchy frequencies and static in between words
	They' re all on the wind now, but I bet I never told you,
	I missed you when you were gone.
	Regret, is like a filter,
	that colours all of your endeavours,
	and once put on becomes a feature of your current works
	You gotta change your focus, turn your eye to something else
	' Cause once put on becomes a feature of your current works
	What i fear
	is that all of these things I hold dear
	never become more than vibrations in air.